Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

God continues to bless me abundantly.
For me to pour salt
On the wounds of those
Still reeling from their misdeeds
Would not be advantageous for me!
Although I am tempted...
Don't get me wrong!
But to sing songs of praises,
Is a lot less stressful,
Than the monotonous blues...
Heard 'crying' from those folks,
On a daily basis!
Maybe that's what they've chosen to do,
To uncover their own oasis?

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